Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.